Not a single one of them was alive since no green dots appeared or red, not that Kael was thinking of releasing any if they were.
Even if one of them had been alive, Kael wasn't running a charity. He wasn't here to rescue strangers who would either slow him down or stab him when they realized he had loot.
He was here to get what the blue dot promised and get out before the red dots remembered hunger.
It didn't take them long to reach the top of the building, still similar to the rest, it was nothing but beams, spider webs, and where walls used to be.
Up here, the building stopped pretending to be a building. It was skeletal. Beams jutted out like ribs, and the walls were more memory than structure. Wind cut straight through the open gaps, screaming faintly as it passed broken boards. Webs stretched between beams like pale scars, vibrating when the gusts hit them.
